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Solitude
the sun setting
golden in the breathless sky,
the sky turning red and pink and apricot
like a Parrish sunrise
there is a benediction
of hushed voices
as the night gathers
its dark crown and silk grasses
and the cave of the heart
takes off her shy veil
surrenders to all that is
like lilies blessing the open field
gods still walk amoung us
in the silence of holy men
and women. I am incapable of knowing
anything more.
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Comments
Dalton
Sun, 2012-04-08 14:33
Hi Kailashana
You leave me speechless.
raj
Sun, 2012-04-08 14:41
Hi Anna
I couldn't agree more with Dalton.
raj (sublime_ocean)
Nordic cloud
Sun, 2012-04-08 15:03
This is the awe of coming night
This is the awe of coming night so beautifully described,
revealing the essence of the centre of all things...
Ann
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
scribbler
Tue, 2012-04-10 15:21
Hi Anna
So much good imagery here I can't detail it all. The only thing which niggles at me is benediction.......for some reason it seems there should be another word which would better describe the quiet murmuring without lending a holy bent.............stan